Chapter 930: Tell Me a Fairy Tale

Her voice was muffled and low, as if she had just woken up.

Bo Yanching teased her, “Did two hours make you groggy?”

“Ah.”

Bo Yanching smiled and asked, “Have you arrived at the hotel?

Who picked you up?

Have you had dinner?”

Nan Jiaojiao glanced at Chu Yao across from her and handed the phone to her.

Chu Yao was reluctant to answer but still gave face, speaking into the phone, “I’m here, I picked her up, we’re having dinner together.”

The tenderness in the man’s eyes receded a bit, annoyed at how his girl just handed the phone to someone else to listen.

His tone became more serious, and he called out, “Jiaojiao?”

“Here.”

Bo Yanching let out a sigh of relief, “You eat first, call me when you get back to your room.”

“Mm.”

It was either “ah” or “mm,” she seemed to respond smoothly.

Even Chu Yao couldn’t help but comment, “You’re so indifferent, I feel like Bo Yanching is acting like a lovesick puppy.”

Nan Jiaojiao placed her chopsticks at the bottom of the bowl, poking lightly, and looked up with dark circles and a tired face, “Why did I rush back in the middle of the night?

Who was wailing on the phone, saying they couldn’t handle it?”

Despite her words, Nan Jiaojiao’s doubtful yet knowing look clearly mocked.

Who could imagine Chu Yao having a problem she couldn’t handle?

In the crew, she was a domineering flower, no one dared to provoke her.

“I just missed you, wanted to see you soon, I’m only happy when you are here.”

Nan Jiaojiao immediately retaliated, “I’m not happy!”

Chu Yao cautiously responded, “Where are you unhappy?”

“Sex life is not harmonious.”

“Cough…” Chu Yao covered her mouth, almost spitting food, “At least be subtle, or I’ll send a couple of fresh meat to your room tonight to cheer you up?”

Nan Jiaojiao furrowed her brows tightly, “If you don’t send them earlier, I’ll already have reconciled with Bo Yanching.”

“…”

After returning to her room, Nan Jiaojiao called Bo Yanching back, and it was picked up with just one ring.

He asked right away, “Are you alone this time?”

“I’ve had a shower.”

Bo Yanching held his breath, “In the middle of the night, you can’t say things like this.”

“Why?” Nan Jiaojiao’s tone was matter-of-fact, “Shouldn’t you shower before bed?”

“You’re right…”

Nan Jiaojiao turned on the speaker phone, laid it aside, scooped a bit of face cream onto her palm, rubbed it with her fingertips, and slowly applied it to her face.

After finishing, she lay down on the bed, placing the phone on the pillow beside her.

Lying on her side, she blinked, “Bo Yanching, tell me a fairy tale.”

“Sure, what do you want to hear?”

“Snow White.”

“Wait a moment.”

Bo Yanching picked up his tablet, searched for Snow White, and found a complete version to slowly read to her.

He sat on the sofa in front of the floor-to-ceiling window, wearing a bathrobe, his long legs raised and crossed on the coffee table.

The ashtray beside him was clean with just a bit of fallen ash, a half-smoked cigarette resting in the groove on the edge.

His voice was gentle and slow, even more so than when coaxing Qianqian, reading at a leisurely pace, from the first word to the last, encircled with a pink frame with a few lines of small text beneath four enlarged cartoon letters.

Bo Yanching glanced at it, feeling slightly awkward, adjusted his voice, “There’s some reading insights at the end, teaching kids how to be sincere, do you want to hear it?”

Nan Jiaojiao remained silent.

He waited for a while, his voice softened a few tones naturally, “Jiaojiao?”

Still no response, but there was a light, feather-like breathing sound.